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Artist/Band: Kid Rock
Lyrics for Song: Back from the Dead
Lyrics for Album: The Polyfuze Method [1993]



Back from the dead second L.P. here we go

Comin' at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.

Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys

Hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys



Never slackin' hoes I be mackin'

Not wacked I don't try to act black when

I came up I came at ya from the outskirts

Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt



Bone to the bone, to the bad to the bad to the bone

Hit bound from the Mo town Allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon

I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.

Park parties gettin' drunk on Sunday



Tweeked in the heat to a beat I'd rock to the and rip shit up

And now I've toured this nation, pimp of the nation, pullin' hoes

Rock the set in each city then step

Me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef



Bitches, they think I'm sexist

But all I want baby is your grits for breakfast

Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries

And gimme a plate of that pussy on the side



Triple x on the set showin' no class

Just a foul mouthed little fuckin' smart ass

No fool I went to high school dumb ass

Smoked dope and I flunked every class



Slash and I smash 'cuz I thrash when I bash

Invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed

An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed

Moved out of the crib 'cuz I hated cuttin' grass



Now I reside on the eastside lovin' it

Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin' it

Flex, sex, run of the next flippin' and trippin' and rippin' and shakin'

The suckers who wanted to



Front an get around to the to get up or get down to the rhyme

I'm shakin' and takin' and breakin' I rip the mic like

Every time fuck I don't eat no manwich

Kickin' back coolin' with a cold grits sandwich



Somebody said, "I'm the best in the Mo town"

But this town ain't shit but a ghost town

Who ever said it they lied, they fessed

Bitch I'm the best in the motherfuckin' midwest



Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it

Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck

One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick

Got more cash than fuckin' White Boy Rick



My first L.P. wasn't pushed for shit

So jive records yo, go and suck a fat dick

'Cuz I'm rippin' like a chainsaw

Yes, I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw



Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it

That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot

In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat

Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat


Album Lyrics: The Polyfuze Method [1993]


Kid Rock
"The Polyfuze Method [1993]"


1. Fred
2. Killin' Brain Cells
3. The Cramper
4. Desperate-Rado
5. Back from the Dead
6. Balls in Your Mouth
7. Trippin' With Dick Vitale
8. TV Dinner
9. Pancake Breakfast
10. Blow Me
11. In So Deep
12. U Don't Know Me